I won’t stop until I have the full of you in my arms. I won’t stop until I’m weeping at your feet screaming “How did you love me?” I won’t stop until heaven itself swallows me whole. I won’t stop until every square foot of this earth vibrates with the echoes of your Holy Name. You are mine. You are mine and I am yours, and there is no battle You may lead me to that I will not fight. Let the demons come, for there is a power in my chest which has conquered death, and so too shall I conquer this damn flesh. I am the son of a King, whose ringed finger we are not worthy to lay our lips upon; yet, his murdered Son’s blood hath paid the price so that I may do just so. Die in Hell, you cheap temptations! For, I heed your touch no longer. To the depths of fire I send thee, oh childish ways of mine, for in your place a man stands reborn! This is the battle my heart has been seeking from its earliest dawn. This is the passion my chest hath needed. Unto eternity, my Lord, my being shall scream thy name, and it knows, in faith, you scream mine too.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover remove;
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is not shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.